Superman on the basis that his obligations are global rather than local in nature and because he is so astonishing that it's next to impossible to write anything good with him in it (makes mental note to fish out much-read copy of "Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow").

(the first: a decongestant medicine you swallow, also tends to increase heart rate a bit, not too good for sleep. Generally replacing the more effective but easily-manufactured-into-speed pseudoephidrine. The second: a non-stimulant decongestant that you spray up the nose.)

Self: I am clogged up to buggery. Give me some Sudafed.Bug-eyed adolescent: Certainly, sir. Here is some Sudafed PE.Self: Are you suggesting that I stick these tablets up my nose?Bug-eyed adolescent: What?Self: Well, given that most of the phenylephrine would be absorbed by the lining of my stomach, I assume that you're proposing nasal application.Bug-eyed adolescent: What?Self: Stop quivering, tool of the medical-industrial complex, and give me something with pseudoephedrine in it. Right now.

Black and metal clippies - you can make office weapons out of them! Of course, paperclips have been really handy for miniature conversions.

As for pseudoephidrine: over here, you can buy it, but they take your details and put it into a computer, so that they can check and see that you're not pseudo-surfing. And the police also look at these. So it basically lets people have their effective decongestants, but also helps prevent drug abuse.